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“Hi, my name’s Kyle Wade, my parents Ron and Sheila live down the street. I’m home from college for the summer looking for a—”

SLAM!

That was the third door slammed in Kyle’s face. He was never going to find a summer job. Why did Honest Billy’s Used Car Lot have to close? Kyle had a great job there, cleaning up all the cars Billy brought in. If only Billy had paid his taxes Kyle wouldn’t be in this mess, and Billy wouldn’t be in jail.

It was so hot Kyle’s t-shirt stuck to his chest. His feet burned in his shoes as he walked up the street that was hot enough to cook an egg on. He’d try one more house before going back home and grabbing a cold Mountain Dew from the fridge. It would be another boring day of video games and surfing the web if this last one didn’t work out.

He walked up the sidewalk to the front door. He didn’t know who lived in this house even though he’d lived in this neighborhood since he was six. The lawn looked freshly mowed, so that was out. The windows looked freshly painted, and the driveway was clean of any oil spots that could be pressure washed away. Kyle didn’t have his hopes up.

He walked up two brick steps then pressed the doorbell. It chimed inside the house. The front door had two big windows that blurred everything. Kyle saw someone walk towards the door. It opened.

Kyle stood there shocked. A gorgeous MILF leaned against the door.

“Hello.”

“Uh—um—hello,” Kyle pulled at his sweaty shirt collar. “I’m working.”

The sexy brunette smiled. Her smile made Kyle smile. She was so beautiful.

“That’s good,” she said.

“I mean—uh—my name is Kyle Wade. I live over there,” Kyle pointed over his shoulder. “I lost my summer job and I’m stuck here until classes start back up. Do you have any work I could do?”

“Oh, I see,” the MILF looked Kyle up and down.

That made him feel all tingly. He didn’t usually get so nervous around girls. He’d had more than a few girls at college spend the night. But this wasn’t a girl.

“I bet a strapping young man like you could do a lot of things for me.”

Kyle nodded, “yes.”

“I’m Mary Ann Sanders, I moved in last fall,” she stuck out her hand.

Kyle shook it, “I’m Kyle Wade.”

“I know. You told me.”

Mary Ann’s smile was captivating, she had ruby red lips and straight, white teeth. A long, brown ponytail hung down her back, it was a rich brown. She had a delicate frame and her tits looked too large for it. Kyle knew he should stop staring, but Mary Ann’s thin cotton shirt and jean shorts were too much.

“Kyle?”

“Yes!” he looked up at her face.

“I’ve got some work you can do, quite a bit in fact. It involves a dark, damp basement though.”

“I’m okay with that,” Kyle said.

“Great, follow me.”

Mary Ann turned around and walked inside the house. Kyle noticed some hardwood floors, a black couch, and a television in his peripheral vision. His eyes were focused on Mary Ann’s ass. It was tight and round and filled every inch of her jean shorts.

“It’s down here,” Mary Ann opened a door.

Kyle saw puke green shag carpet and a handrail falling out of the wall. He went first.

The basement was stale and damp and smelled like wet cardboard. Boxes were piled everywhere, and they were falling apart and stained. Stacks of books covered an old pool table. Old chairs were stacked on top of each other against the back wall. This basement was a complete mess. It looked like someone had been stacking their junk down there for the last thirty years.

“You look impressed,” Mary Ann said.

“I am.”

“Let me explain. Most of this isn’t even my stuff. I bought this house at auction and when I got it here the entire place was trashed.”

“The upstairs doesn’t look so bad.”

“Thanks,” Mary Ann said. “I did a lot of the work myself. While I did all that work most of the junk got moved down here. Now I’m ready to work on the basement and this stuff has got to go.”

“I can handle that,” Kyle said.

Mary Ann tiptoed through the mess to a sliding glass door.